Take control Something's Changed: A Transformation Story chapter 4 by deleted_user

Marcus staggers forward in frustration, breasts heaving, hair a tumble of red curls. He isn’t Camille—at least, not perfectly. As you programmed it to, the Core has given her a variation—the same fire-engine hair, the same voluptuous curves, but the face is subtly different, the features softer, the nose narrower. She looks like Camille’s sister, not her double. The plan won't work... and Marcus knows it.

Marcus swears, adjusting the low-cut blouse barely holding his tits in. “Shit. Shit. She’ll know. Verena’s not an idiot, she knows her entourage like the back of her hand. I can’t pass for Camille like this.”

You lean against the console, crossing your arms. Your own body is untouched, still male, still in your suit.

“That’s a problem,” you say smoothly. “But it doesn’t have to sink us.”

Marcus glares. “What are you—”

You cut him off with a smile. “Here’s how this goes. I’ll be the executive. Verena’s peer, not her subordinate. The one with access to the Core, the brains and the gravitas. And you?” You gesture lazily to his tits, which strain against the blouse every time she breathes. “You’ll be my assistant. My pretty little distraction. Eye candy. Everyone will assume you’re here to smile, nod, and keep me happy. And unless you want me to mention to Verena that you tried to trick her with a botched transformation, you’ll play along.”

His mouth opens. Closes. He flushes bright red. He's so cute like this. “You bastard.”

“Sharp bastard,” you correct. “You need this sale as badly as I do. And it’ll be easier to sell if she sees me as the one in control. The smart one. The man she can rely on.” You step closer, lowering your voice. “And you? You’ll sell it by leaning over the table at just the right moment. By making every man in the room forget what we’re talking about.”

Marcus swallows hard, breasts heaving. He hates it—but he knows you’re right.

“Fine,” he mutters. “But if you think I’m fetching drinks for you, you’re dead.”

You grin. “No fetching. Just sit pretty and let them ogle. For once in your life, Marcus, your job is to shut up and look hot.”

He glares, but the way his thighs press together betrays him. And as you watch him adjust the blouse again, you realize you’ve never had more leverage in your life.